Will You Have Those TPS Reports Today?

For all your bitching and moaning, the damn holiday season is upon us. I like that phrase "upon us" and it brings to mind a burning couch placed rudely upon my chest.

Work is at a break-neck pace, Ev gets married this Saturday, Nedwin will be here on next Tuesday, I fly to San Antonio on Wednesday, drive to Houston from San Antonio and back on Thursday for Thanksgiving, party like a rockstar Friday and Saturday, fly back to Jafrica on Sunday, and head to North Mississippi on Monday.

And then I get to do almost exactly that a couple of weeks later for Christmas. And just so you know, all I want for Christmas is a product named "Volume." Yea, it's for "HER!"

Can YOU hit the lamp?